Chapter 171 Secrets And Accusations

The old grandfather clock struck midnight with a soft, ominous chime, muffled behind the thick walls of Silas’s manor. In the east wing, where the corridors were lined with ancestral portraits and memories long buried, Genevieve slipped through the shadows like a whisper. The silk hem of her robe brushed the cold floor, barely making a sound. She paused at the tall mahogany door, his private study. No one entered without permission. Ever. Her fingers hovered over the key she’d taken from beneath his wardrobe drawer, hands trembling slightly. The moment the lock gave a soft click, her heart skipped. She knew she was crossing a line. But she also knew something wasn’t right.